How safe my heart is held
Whether far or near my skin
For the vessel in which it melts
Is your love, your sweet devotion
Your illuminating stream of wisdom
Pouring from lips of pure gold
Chastening me perfectly seldom
My jagged edges gently to mold
Let me not refuse your instruction
Let my ears not burn at the sound
For your love is your inspiration
And by it I am not beaten, but crowned
So let my adorned head be held level
Neither lowered in prostrate shame
Nor exalted to proudly revel
Only level to whisper your name
Only less than to bow in prayer
In praise for the blessing of you
To humbly proclaim our Father’s care
And grace that can carry us through
To the side where we will radiate
With love perfected, sublime
Where our lips will cry out for a new song to create
A duet to our Lord for all time
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1 comment:
O! Baby! That was so amazing... you brought tears to my eyes. I love you so much. Also, what are we going to do about what you wrote in "Mission" and about small groups?
I love you so much and can't wait to see you. Thank you for a beautiful poem... you are all I need, besides my Jesus. See you soon.
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